𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐃𝐄 - 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

CHAPTER THREE.

chapter three
❛ too slow ❜

KIARA AND SUNDAY PASSED A JOINT back and forth between each other as they laid back on the futon in the living room of the chateau. They'd spent the early morning mimicking the moans that streamed down the hall all night and most of the morning from the room that was occupied by JJ and whatever girl he managed to pick up at the party that was thrown at John B's last night.

"Oh, JJ." Sunday mocked in a high pitched voice.

"Baby girl, I'll treat you right." Kie mocked the blonde boy as she stroked her hand across Sunday's cheek making the both of them giggle.

The sound of the toilet flushing indicated that someone else was finally up and it was the start to the day.

Around the corner, they hear JJ telling John B to get out of the room, probably trying to get one last moment with the girl before she leaves.

The two girls crack into laughter as a shirtless John B walks past shaking his head with a hidden smile on his face. He found the girls humorous in their high state. 

"Morning Sunny, morning Kie." John B gives them a small wave.

"Morning Johnny." The girls reply in sync as they sprawl themselves on the folded out futon they crashed on last night.

Kie had drank a significant amount, along with the boys, but not Sunday.

Sunday was a smoker, not a drinker.

She props herself up on her elbows and takes the joint from Kiara as her eyes narrow in on the direction that JJ was in.

She doesn't understand how he can have random girls over every other night. How does he not catch some sort of disease?

Sunday hands the joint back to Kie then picks up a strand of her own hair and starts braiding it whilst Kiara played on her phone. The blonde girl rested her head on her best friends shoulder as she watched her play subway surfers. Little giggles escape Sundays mouth as she thinks how similar the game is to what they did yesterday with the security gaurd. "You suck." Sunday mumbles as Kiara fails the round.

The static of the radio switching on makes Sunday lift her head to see John B in the kitchen fixing up some breakfast.

Pushing herself up, she slowly makes her way into the kitchen as John B hits his fist against the stove a few times, kick starting the appliance.

"Are you making scrambled eggs?" Sunday wraps her arms around the boys torso and rests her head on his warm back.

"Mmhm." He hums and cracks some eggs open before dropping them into the pan.

The big rooster in the garden makes itself known with a loud call. Sunday smiled happily as she looked out the window towards the chicken coop. The sound of the rooster was nostalgic to Sunday. It's the first thing she hears every morning she spends there, knowing she's welcomed and comfortable at her best friends house and not across the road at her so-called home. She sighed to herself as John B's hand rested on her own that were linked together, resting on his stomach. Her friendship with the boy is something she'd cherish forever.

"Could you not do that around my food?" The pleasant voice of JJ ruins the peaceful moment between the two friends. Sunday groans and twists her body around to look at JJ as she leans against John B's back, arms crossed. Her eyes travel up his shirtless body to see a few light hickeys littered on his neck.

The boys never wear their shirts. Not that Sunday's complaining, but giving them the satisfaction of knowing that she enjoys the no shirts is never going to happen.